I did as I liked without evincing joy in doing Your will.Now I hasten to learn of Your Will.Will You forsake me?When will I come to Your presence with my mind made sweet and soft like the melliferous plantain-fruit?O Ens Entium that abides at ever-fragrant Kailash !Do teach me the way.

O Ens Entium !Even as You are pleased with the service of Your old servitors,O Hara !You are equally pleased with my deceptive service too.O One that wears the shoot of a soft crescent moon impressed with the figure of a hare,and a snake,each facing the other !The five-headed adder of embodiment so attacks me that the terrified mind of mine which is karma-ridden,Seeks refuge in the trouble-ridden thicket.Will You forsake me?

In Your glowing matted hair damasked with rich and meliferos Mandaara flowers,so full of fragrance,The chafers practice Taaram,opulent in strong musical notes,And then switch on to notes of soft melody.O puissant king of the Empyrean !Like fire invading the bole and burning it,my senses burn and smoke.I get fried by such fire.Will You forsake me?

O Lord adorned with serpents !She whose teeth are white and whose eyes are black,emerged from the sea of Milk and gained atonement with Your auric feet.O Monarch whose crown breathes fragrance !Like mountains galore united in a fight,are out to attack,my cruel deeds fore-gather and assail me.Will You not offer me refuge against the sins,Which,I ? the nescient one -,had committed?Will You forsake me?

O One who is like unto the spreading and burning fire !O Sovereign of the Crematory!O Ambrosia unto servitors !O One well-nigh impossible of access !O unique help that annuls the utter loneliness of my lone self !Distressed by senses,I parted from You;I am scared.I have skill none to break the charm of sweet-tongued damsels.Will You yet forsake me?

You are the help unto my mind.I stand shackled by karma. You are the cause of my very being,O Wealth of mine in my indigence !Not a whit can I bear this mighty net of a body ? the genesis of all troubles -;while You,The peerless Help,were there,driven by pride,I walked with my head.Alas,I hold fast to karma as my aid !Will You forsake me yet?

O One that wears a silvery digit of the moon on Your crest !O Abode of mercy !O Lord of the Mount-Kailash !O Consort of the Daughter of Himavant !O the Source of my Life !I roamed about caught in the net of fawn-eyed damsels.Will You yet forsake me?

O One concorporate with Her whose jeweled breasts are pervaded by the sallow hue !O my auspicious way !O Lord Siva !I quake deep immersed in the water,Hot with passion for women who are red-lipped And who are cruel like the crocodile !Will You forsake me?I cannot endure this reeking body filled with flesh ? the home of fillth.Is it proper that I should endure,aye,endure this plight?

The shiny snake that dwells in the hole of the white skull,rears its hood,looks hither and thither and then slinks.Witnessing this,the crescent moon feels scared and dives into the great watery expanse of the Ganga And thither hides itself.O King,it is in Your matted hair these abide.Even though Your divine feet have conferred on me,Your servitor,the great way of Gnosis,I have not scuffled off my mortal coil.Will You forsake me?

O One who proclaimed the sublime and true Vedic scripture !O One beyond the pale of words !O One who stands before Your inseparable devotees !It is You who stand behind them as their prop !O One who is all in all !O Lord,unto me,The little one that knows not the way to get merged with You,You stand as blissful Light.Will You forsake me?

O my God and Lord-Owner !Lo,damsels sport eyes which are ever-keen like the spear.I am like butter sunk in their eyes which are great and blazing fire.Will You forsake me?I will sing Your praises.Do link me with Your ethereal servitors who adore Your fragrant and lotus-like feet and flourish.I am a wrong-doer.pray,do not give me up.I offer my humble obeisance to You,O God.

I do not sing of Your praises,O Ruby !I do not adore You.You have concealed Yourself from me.For Your sake I have not cast away my body of raw flesh.Will You forsake me?Struck with wonder,I do not cry aloud and go in quest of You.I do not run about asking:"Where indeed is Siva?Who has beheld Him?"I do not melt in love for You.I but grieve in vain.

Like flies swarming over the fruits of jack-fruit my thoughts hover over the buxom breasts of belles whose eyes are like the antelope's.Will You forsake me?If You abandon me,I will deride and say that You are the One whose throat is dark as You quaffed the oceanic venom,the One who is virtue-less,the One Who is a mere man,the One who is of waning intellect and the great and hoary mendicant.Thus and thus will I leer at You,ill speak at You and sneer at You.

The Ganga that flows in the crest of Siva,Shores up white pearls,conches and Mandaara flowers.In its dammed waters,the crescent moon floats as a bark to You,O Lord,wear a wreath of konrai flowers.I gained the hoary servitorship of Your blameless and sacred feet.Yet I let it slip away, I deride You bewildered.Will You forsake me?

O Hero who wears on Your head a chaplet of skulls like unto a wreath of stars,You are adorned with Jewels ? the serpents fierce as fire.Will You forsake me?If You abandon me,when the lofty ones question me thus:"Whose servitor are You?"I will tell them:"I am the servitor of the glorious servitors of the King of Uttharakosamangkai" and cause them laugh at You.